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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.