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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.