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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.