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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.