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 Kuwait 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.