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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 The Gap Band to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol 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?
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Fear,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.