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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons 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 techno 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.