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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 clarinet and a snare 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.