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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
June Days,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.