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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.