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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.