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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a 808 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.