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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Lungfish 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.