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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Pagans to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.