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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.