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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Visage to the rap 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.