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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.