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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.