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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.