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 Angola and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.