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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.