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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.