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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.