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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.