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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.