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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 808 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Smog,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.