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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Television,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.