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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 theremin and an oboe 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.