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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Cymande,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.