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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
the Normal,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.