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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
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Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
UT,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Suicide,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.