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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.