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 Mozambique 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.