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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 The Human League to the rap 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.