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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.