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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.