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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Rakim,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.