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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Scion,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.