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 Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Wake to the rock 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.