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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.