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 Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Moebius to the techno 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.