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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.