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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.