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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Organ,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.