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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Darondo,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.