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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 The Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.