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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.