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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.