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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.