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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Smoke,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.