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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.