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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.