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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the punk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Main Source,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.