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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Scion to the jazz 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.