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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.