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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.