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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.