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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Offenders to the disco 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Nas,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.