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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.