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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.