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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.