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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.