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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.