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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Television,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.