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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.