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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.