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 Tanzania 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 808 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Visage,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.