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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.