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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.