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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Index,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
a-ha,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.