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 Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Visage 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.