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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.