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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Tom Boy to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.