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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.