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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.