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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.