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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Monks,
Jandek,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.