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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.