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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
CMW,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.