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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.