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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Can,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.