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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
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.