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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doors to the disco 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.