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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.