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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.