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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Little Man,
DNA,
Sparks,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
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.