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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 Accra and Mumbai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.