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 Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.