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 Angola and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.