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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.