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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.