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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.