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 Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.