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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.