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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.