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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
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.