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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.