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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Section 25,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
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.