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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.