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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Arcadia to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.