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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.