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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.