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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.