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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Crime,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.