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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.