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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.