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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Franke,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.