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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.