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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Echospace,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.