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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.