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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.