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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Television,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.