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 Oman and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
the Association,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.