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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the rap 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.