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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.