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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.