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 Sweden and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.