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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Organ,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.