Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.