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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.