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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.