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 Korea North and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.