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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.