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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.