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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 MDC to the rap 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.