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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.