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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
the Association,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.