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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.