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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.