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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.