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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Index,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.