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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.