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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Visage,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.