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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Model 500,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.