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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.