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 Finland and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.