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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.