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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.