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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.