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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.