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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Raincoats to the electroclash 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.