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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Josef K,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.