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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Invisible to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader 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?
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.