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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.