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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.