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 India and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Gong,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.