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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cure to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
UT,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.