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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.