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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Technova,
The Slits,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.