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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Lucky Dragons 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.