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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.