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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.