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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Audionom to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.