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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Mars,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.