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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Human League,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.