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 Barbados 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.