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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.