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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.