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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Organ,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.