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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.