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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.