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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.