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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the funk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.