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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.