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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.