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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Mars,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.