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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
AZ,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.