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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.