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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.