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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.