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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.