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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.