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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Visage,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.