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 Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.