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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.