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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the rock 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.