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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the disco 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.