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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
JFA,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.