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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.