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 India and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
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.