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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.