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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Can,
Faust,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.