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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.