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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 MDC to the disco 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Swans,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.