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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the crunk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
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.