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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.