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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.