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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum 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 Happenings to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.