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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.