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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
June Days,
X-102,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.