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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.