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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.