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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.