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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.