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 Somalia 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 Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
10cc,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.