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 Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
X-101,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Can,
Anakelly,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.