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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.