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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Pole,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.