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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.