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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.