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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.