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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.