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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Pole,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.