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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Gong,
X-102,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.