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 Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Slave,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Skaos,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.