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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Crime,
Kayak,
Rakim,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Quantec,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.