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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Chrome,
June Days,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.