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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.