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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Wire,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.