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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.