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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.