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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.