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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.