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 Costa Rica 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.