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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Shadows of Knight to the rap 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.