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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.