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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.