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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.