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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 güiro 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 ABBA to the rap 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.