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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Wings,
Nas,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.