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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Names to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.