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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.