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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Suicide,
The Monks,
CMW,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.