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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 LL Cool J to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.