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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.