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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
JFA,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.