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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.