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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.