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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Oneida 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.