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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.