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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.