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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.