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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.