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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Technova to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.