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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.