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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selecter 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.