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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.