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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.