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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.