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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.