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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.