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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
AZ,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.