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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.