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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 spring reverb 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.