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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Index,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.