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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.