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 Sweden and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 marimba 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.