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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.