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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.