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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Oneida,
The Monks,
UT,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.