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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Hoover,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.