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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.