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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Todd Terry to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.