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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock 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?
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.