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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
The Mummies,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.