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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Magma,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.