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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.