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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Index,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.