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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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?
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
MC5,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.