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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.