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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.