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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
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.