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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.