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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.