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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.