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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.