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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.