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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster 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?
Cameo,
Liliput,
Monks,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.