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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Nas,
The Evens,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.