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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.