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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.