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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Hoover,
The Wake,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.