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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Interpol,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.