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 India and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.