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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
a-ha,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.