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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Nas to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Shoche,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
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.