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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
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.