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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.