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 Bahamas 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.