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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Scion,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.