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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.