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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.