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 Senegal 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 a-ha to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.