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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Ten City,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.