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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
X-102,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.