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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.