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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.