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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.