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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.