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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.