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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.