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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.