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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.