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 India and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.