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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Mars,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.