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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.