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 Belgium and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.