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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.