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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
X-102,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.