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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Niagra,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.