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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 JFA to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.