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 Tunisia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Mars,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.