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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.