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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
The Sound,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.