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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.