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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.