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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Wings to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.