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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.