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 Honduras 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.