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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Swans,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.