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 United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.