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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.