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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Loose Ends to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Crime,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.