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 United States and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Television,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.