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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.