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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the disco 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.