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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.