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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.