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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Clear Light to the funk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.