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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.