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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.