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 Madagascar 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.