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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.