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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.