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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Cameo,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.