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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.