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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.