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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.