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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Organ,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.