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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.