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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.