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 Uganda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Japan,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.