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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.