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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.