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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.