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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun City Girls to the punk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.