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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.