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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.