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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.