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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, 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.