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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.