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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.