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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.