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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.