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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
The Litter,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.