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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.