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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.