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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.