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 Romania 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.