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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.