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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Associates to the rap 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.