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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.