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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.