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 Nicaragua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.