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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 Grey Daturas to the rock 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.