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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.