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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
CMW,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.