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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
New Order,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.