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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.