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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
This Heat,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.