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 Turkey and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.