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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 snare 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.