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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.