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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.