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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.