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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Qualms,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.