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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.