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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.