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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.