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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
ABC,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.