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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Index,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.