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 Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.