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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.