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 Philippines 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.