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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.