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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
cv313,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.