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 East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.