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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.