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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.