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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.