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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.