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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.