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 Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.