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 Iceland 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.