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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.