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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.