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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.