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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.