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 Brazil 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Faust,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.