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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Excepter,
The Index,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.