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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Kayak 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 disco 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.