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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.