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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
The Index,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.