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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.