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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.