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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Gong,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.