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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.