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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.