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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.