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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
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.