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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.