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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
EPMD,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.