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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Morten Harket to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
the Association,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Qualms,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.