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 Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Fear,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.