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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.