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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.