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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu 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 techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.