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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Index,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.