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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Altered Images 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.