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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.