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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.