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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.