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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.