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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Bush Tetras to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
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.