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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.