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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.