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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Nico,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.