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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 The Cure to the punk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.