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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.