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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.