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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Invisible to the grime 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.