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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.