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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.