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 New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.