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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Association 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.