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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.