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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the punk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.