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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.