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 Serbia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Oneida to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.