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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
PIL,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.