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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Style 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.