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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.