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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.