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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Technova,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.