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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.