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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.