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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.