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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.