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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Visage,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.