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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.