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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.