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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.