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 Japan 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.