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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Excepter,
CMW,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.