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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.