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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.