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 Austria and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.