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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.