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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Royal Trux to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.