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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.