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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Moebius,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.