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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Maurizio to the rock 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.