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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Visage,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.