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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
UT,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.