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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Graham Central Station to the disco 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Section 25,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Scion,
Swans,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.