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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.