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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
The Wake,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.