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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.