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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the grime 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.