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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.