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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.