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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
The Remains,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.