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 Vanuatu 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 harpsichord 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.