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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.