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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.