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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.