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 Maldives and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.