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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Neon Judgement 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Mars,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.