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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.