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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.