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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Mars,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.