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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
the Normal,
cv313,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.