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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.