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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
The Move,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.