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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
X-102,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Magma,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.