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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.