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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.