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 Belgium 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.