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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.