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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.