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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
The Monks,
The Human League,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.