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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.