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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Interpol,
X-101,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.