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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.