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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.