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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 theremin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.