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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.