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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.