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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.