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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.