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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
X-102,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.