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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
X-101,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.