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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.