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 Namibia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Darondo to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.