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 Vietnam 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.