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 Libya and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.