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 Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.