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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.