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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.