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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.