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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.