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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Swans,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.