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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
The Evens,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.