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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.