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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Scion,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.