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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.