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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.