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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
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Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.