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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
X-102,
Crime,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.