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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.