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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Can,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
the Association,
Oblivians,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.