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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.